Author: stephen t berg

  After the drill of ducking under our desksand hiding under newspaper, I went outside and sprawled on the coarse sod at the edge of the schoolyard, searching t...

  There is no fear in love; indeed, perfect love casts out fear.  – John the Divine I get up before the wind, I love the calm of morning.Its tone seems ho...

  From the wide heart of the Great Plains, home of bluestem, fescue, and bromegrass, where in high summer, a wavy thin haze of heat hangs over fields of clover,...

  They shall be like trees planted by the rivers of water,that bring forth fruit in season,their leaf also shall not wither,and whatsoever they do shall prosper...